Redemption

Sundays

A sacred day

Dressed for church

In pastel dresses and maryjanes

I was a child

I wasn't afraid to sing from the heart

"Jesus, my redeemer"

But redemption is a mystery

Especially when you're eight

A man on a cross

With bloody hands and feet

Looks like a cautionary tale

Redemption

Turns out, is still a mystery

All these years later

I'm still staring at the man

On the cross

Wondering